Easter

Tonight as I was dutifully doing my laps in the pool I looked up into the powder blue sky that was almost cloudless. Hanging precariously in the western sky were several puffy pink clouds in the shape of a giant cross. The horizontal section of the cloud cross began to drip and became like feathers. Angel feathers.
Slowly night began to take over and the pink puffy clouds dazzling my imagination pointed toward the planet Venus. According to mythology Venus was the Roman goddess of Love. So my cross, angel was now pointing to a representative of Love.

It all comes together inside my head and heart.

The Eating Machine

We've moved past the eating of the Easter bread and have turned a corner. What goes on in this dog's mind makes me wonder. Wonder why we keep him.
We have to barricade the sofa every time we leave the house because the sneak likes to nap on the couch even though he has a nice comfy dog bed. And we can always tell from the huge amounts of dog hair he leaves behind on the sofa. Then, there's the bed! We have to shut the bedroom door when we leave or even go outside. His other fun stuff to do is roll around on our bed. I guess he is adding his scent to our love nest. LOL.
Yesterday, he outdid himself when he took the new bar of soap right out of the soap dish and ate 3/4 of the green Irish Spring soap. I hope he poops green. We found the soap remains hidden in the garage to conceal his crime. There is nothing sacred in this house around him.
I watched the Dog Whisperer last night and he solved an owners dog problem. The cute little dog ate stuff including poop. Oh, Cesar - I need your help with this untamed critter.

He has Risen

My wonderful next door neighbor makes fantastic cookies at Christmas and yummy Easter bread at Easter. Yes, I'm talking about religious holidays - if you don't like that talk - too bad - get over it - and don't read this.
Every year we wait in anticipation for that fabulous Easter bread. Yesterday was the day of delivery. I sliced off a small piece for my self and hubby - slathered it with butter (not that fake margarine stuff) and savored the taste.
I placed the Easter bread wrapped in foil on the center section of our kitchen island. Hubby and I then went off to the Starz's Cafe for their tasty Friday night fish fry. Upon returning home I went to the fridge to place the remains of our fish fry dinner. I noticed a crumby mess on the kitchen floor. I knew that the kid had not been home to make this disgusting mess that leaves only one other culprit that occasionally gets into trouble.
I looked on the dining room floor and noticed the crumpled foil lying on the floor near his dog bed. There he was just sitting comfortably on his dog bed banging his huge fluffy tail against the tile floor with this really guilty stupid looking expression pasted on his face.
"Bad dog, bad dog," I screamed.
He even ate the eggs on the bread - shells and all. Nothing was left except for a few telltale crumbs on the kitchen floor. The long anticipated wait for the wonderful Easter bread was wiped out in a minute or so. What will I tell our neighbor? Perhaps she made extra.